The cruise of the Midge. By the author of 'Tom Cringle's log'.1836 |
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... night , and when we met next morn- ing at breakfast , I was rejoiced to find the gale had blown itself out . When I sat down , he looked across the table at me , as if expecting me to speak , but as I held my peace , the good old man ...
... night , and when we met next morn- ing at breakfast , I was rejoiced to find the gale had blown itself out . When I sat down , he looked across the table at me , as if expecting me to speak , but as I held my peace , the good old man ...
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... night before they had come across a Spaniard , who fired into them , when they sheered- to with an intent to speak him . The master said that , when first seen , the strange sail was standing right in for the river ahead of us ; and ...
... night before they had come across a Spaniard , who fired into them , when they sheered- to with an intent to speak him . The master said that , when first seen , the strange sail was standing right in for the river ahead of us ; and ...
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... night ? " This was grumbled as it were through his trumpet , but presently he shouted out as loud as he could bellow- " I can't come ; and , what's more , I won't ; for I died last night , and am to be buried whenever it goes eight ...
... night ? " This was grumbled as it were through his trumpet , but presently he shouted out as loud as he could bellow- " I can't come ; and , what's more , I won't ; for I died last night , and am to be buried whenever it goes eight ...
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... night , wind and weather permitting . Alas , alas ! who shall tell this to my dear old mother , Widow Donovan , who lives at No. 1050 , in Sackville Street , Dublin , the widest thoroughfare in Europe ? -or to poor Cathleen O'Hag- garty ...
... night , wind and weather permitting . Alas , alas ! who shall tell this to my dear old mother , Widow Donovan , who lives at No. 1050 , in Sackville Street , Dublin , the widest thoroughfare in Europe ? -or to poor Cathleen O'Hag- garty ...
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... night had fallen with a heavy dew and a thick haze , Presently we saw a small spark down to leeward . " Ah , " said the man again , " there she is ; she is in chase of some- thing , sir . " " What can they mean ? " said Lanyard . 66 ...
... night had fallen with a heavy dew and a thick haze , Presently we saw a small spark down to leeward . " Ah , " said the man again , " there she is ; she is in chase of some- thing , sir . " " What can they mean ? " said Lanyard . 66 ...
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Página 135 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits
Página 398 - The LORD shall cause thee to be smitten before thine enemies: thou shalt go out one way against them, and flee seven ways before them: and shalt be removed into all the kingdoms of the earth. 26 And thy carcase shall be meat unto all fowls of the air, and unto the beasts of the earth, and no man shall fray them away.
Página 135 - They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end. Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Página 366 - And Moses stretched forth his rod toward heaven: and the LORD sent thunder and hail, and the fire ran along upon the ground; and the LORD rained hail upon the land of Egypt.
Página 135 - They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Página 240 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Página 400 - Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 432 - For now I stand as one upon a rock, Environed with a wilderness of sea ; Who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave, Expecting ever when some envious surge Will in his brinish bowels swallow him.
Página 246 - Who has e'er had the luck to see Donnybrook Fair? An Irishman, all in his glory, is there, With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green!
Página 152 - Those wandering veins of heavenly blue, That stray along thy forehead fair, Lost 'mid a gleam of golden hair ? Oh ! can that light and airy breath Steal from a being doomed to death ; Those features to the grave be sent In sleep thus mutely eloquent ; Or, art thou, what thy form would seem, The phantom of a blessed dream...